It wasn't until I woke up this afternoon that I realised how pale I had been all Friday and Saturday. Oh but today, despite the queasiness, my little brown face stared back from the mirror and I felt more human than I had in days. Too much alcohol and not enough food apparently agree with my complexion if not my digestion.
I am a little disturbed by the Hitler-man flashbacks. Well, not so much flashbacks as omigod he's everywhere now and looking as much like an older flabby Hitler under the harsh electric lights of Marrickville Metro as he did under pub lighting. I will get over this. It's weird but by the end of the day I should be over it. Yeah.